Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Equatorial Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Big Daddy Kane to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Piero Umiliani,
Outsiders,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dark Day,
Marc Almond,
The Vogues,
Kerrie Biddell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric Copeland,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Idris Muhammad,
Heaven 17,
the Sonics,
Audionom,
Kenny Larkin,
Matthew Bourne,
Youth Brigade,
Crooked Eye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Roy Ayers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Wings,
Aural Exciters,
Nik Kershaw,
Danielle Patucci,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Flesh Eaters,
Schoolly D,
kango's stein massive,
Little Man,
Quantec,
Popol Vuh,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Todd Terry,
Cluster,
Moebius,
CMW,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Trumans Water,
Peter and Kerry,
Soft Machine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Doors,
Maurizio,
David Axelrod,
Andrew Hill,
Pole,
The Human League,
Byron Stingily,
Yusef Lateef,
Minny Pops,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Toni Rubio,
Scan 7,
Simply Red,
Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins, Thompson Twins.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.